So I went to see my folks and brought the big rod to do a little fishing. I figured I could get 3 hours of fishing in before they woke up and would follow up a surf session with a home cooked breakfast from Mom.
I know where the surfers would be pouring into, so I set up in another nook that should give me plenty of room.... I never seen so many surfers coming down all morning. One guy walks all the way down to talk to me and I told him I cam e down here to get away from everyone and so no one would surf or paddle over my line. He says cool... and walks right down to the water where my rod was and paddles out over my line and sits where my bait is.... Yep, I was burning up a bit over this...
I walk 100 yards down the beach further away and the "Idiot Beacon" starts making the call to everyone around. I watched 3 guys including the d!ckhead who paddled out in front of me move 100 yards down the beach to sit on their boards in front of me. I decided I was going to cast in the pack and hit whoever I hit with the lead. Well, that didn't go over well as I heard some rattling in the reel, but casted anyways... F-L-U-F-F!!!!!!. Jeez! It was an eagle nest! Well actually only an osprey nest. Thankfully the 40# didn't fluff as much as the time I saw Taylor Ginther cast and backlash a 6 foot puff out of his reel.
Well, I lost about 100 yards of line, but got it sort of right. The reel was acting funny, so I quit and head up to the condo. I figured I would enjoy some breakfast, beers and watch some football with my dad while occasionally peeking over the rail to see if the leopard sharks were going to come back. I had a back up rod in the car that I set up for fly lining bait to the leopards in the skinny water, but nothing showed.
It was a good day, even though the fishing part didn't pan out too well.